Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep Gettin' Paid the Same

I'm a
On the
Six days at a
With a and a spade
I'm digging for the
But I getting paid the same
1)
Been working for a man and he my style
The more I sweat the more he
The more I the deeper I get
He's driving this boy wild

I live no good on what I get paid
I know just a poor man's claim to fame
But the prices keep rising day
And I keep getting paid the
2)
I get up mornin' 'bout half past six
Drink a pot a' coffee just to a ton of bricks
Long about noon, I'm thinkin' that
You're work this poor boy sick.

I buy beans on what I get paid
I was cooking when the bill collector came
And the prices keep rising
And I keep getting the same
3)
I lay down my hammer when the whistle
I my shovel in the deep deep ground
I run to my home to see my honey
When evening sun goes down

I can't live to good on I get paid
My roof's got a hole and It's looking like
And the prices rising everyday
And I keep paid the same